Black Queen's Gambit

(The author does not condone any acts or language or behaviour shown in this fanfic, this is just fantasy and should remain exactly as that, as fantasy. )

The Diamond Heart Academy is home to different subgroups of people, going from goths to jocks to cheerleaders and more! Nestled atop a hill overlooking the city, Diamond Hearts Academy is a 'dazzling,' unpredictable mix of personalities and passions. The halls are always alive with vibrant and happy people, and it's simply a demonstration of what all schools should become, a shine of diversity, and a celebration of color, culture, and individuality.

Every student brings their own rhythm, story, and style, from street fashion to vintage glam, from quiet bookworms to show-stopping artists. Together, they create a living mosaic of energy, pride, and expression.

...

That's how Diamond Heart was promoted to everyone living outside of the location they were currently at, a predominant black neighborhood. Instead, Diamond Heart Academy was a constant battlefield where every subculture of people gathered around in their own groups and battled the others like it was a constant warzone.

You would think the jocks would bully the nerds, but the nerds keep the school alive and have the board and teachers on their sides, not to mention they play the worst, most downright horrible pranks on people they don't like. There was once this jock who bullied one of their members by taking their clothes off and making them walk the hallway to get to them. The revenge was instead the nerd tracking down their parents and accusing them to authorities of housing a drug house; they ended up creating their own drugs and planting them in their house. Now that student was left without their parents.

Even the goths had their own ways to fight back; if you wanted a sharp or blunt weapon made out of anything you could find, the goths had it. It was scary to mess with them because they could stab you without you even knowing who did it, so they were the most neutral ground in the school.

We could go over every little group in this place and how they are dangerous, but there were two groups that were the most messed up and the most powerful in the whole academy.

The preppies were led by an African British woman from a rising New Money family; her father founded a new brand of authentication AI designed to identify jewelry, prized objects like Rolex watches, special coins, and more. One solution to the multi-trillion-dollar counterfeit goods problem may be as simple as pointing your phone’s camera at it, say, a watch or a handbag, and letting smart software determine its authenticity. That was the motto, and it made millions among the rich people. The name of the student who ruled the preppies was Abella Windsor. The “Noble” & Fancy Black Queen of the Preppies, although all people were welcome, there was a certain economic bar to actually be part of them; still, they took other people to be part of their group as 'wagies,' as they called them, folks that would work for them in exchange for money.

The second group however was the complete opposite, at first they called themselves the 'thughs' a man by the name of Jeremiah, an orphan tall black guy that was much larger than most teachers ruled it, but apparently he got himself into a fight with one of the new students that arrived a few months back, a girl that was much taller than him, he was sent back to his house in an ambulance, it is unsure what happened to him since he never came back but some say that the girl stomped on his right leg so hard that he had started to use crutches and decided to not come back out of fear, the girl, bored out of her mind, renamed them from the 'thughs' to the 'Delinquents' it was being led by an African Royal foreign-transfer student who decided to model their clique after “Gyaru” culture, her name Nzambi Adebayo. The Stoic & Towering Black Queen of the Delinquents. Not much is known about her, really, and since she became the leader, she has only been admitting girls into their group as real members and males as servants to the Gyarus. At first everyone mocked them because a whole delinquent group made out of girls sounded more like a prostitutes' club.

These 'prostitutes' tracked down every person that spread that rumor, and every morning at school there was a new guy or girl tied up, buck naked with some dildo shoved up their ass and the word 'prostitute' written all over their bodies with lipstick. After that, no one referred to them again as prostitutes, whores, or sluts; hell, even saying those words was enough to produce fear in everyone's hearts because they didn't want any misunderstandings... They were known from that day on just as the delinquents; not even the teachers wanted to get involved if they ended up bullying some nerds.

The place was simply divided between these two groups, and the rest were just minor to whatever altercation they got themselves into.

But, there is one last thing we need to talk about at the academy, and that is Hunter William Johnson, the one-man group in the prostitute since there was not a single group that wanted to take him. Why is that? Was he the strongest, toughest, most violent guy in the whole academy? Not really, nor the smartest either, nor the most violent, nor crazy, nor aggressive, nor anything that could be seen as a threat to any group, he was the type to like white bread and vanilla ice cream; he was very average in comparison to most, he was just the only white student in the whole academy , after so many failed campaigns and promotions about the school outside the usual neighborhood, there was one family and one student that fell for it; it was them. Hunter William Johnson was the only white male in the whole school.

He has short brown hair, a bit messy, and glasses. He was much shorter than Nzambi and taller than Abella by a head, a bit lanky and thin, the way he dressed was very simple too, nothing too showy but nothing that said that he was poor either. Average Joe, some would say, if it wasn't for the fact he stayed at the school and didn't seem to fight back or want to move away; he simply had learned to live in the academy among the students, lonely and by himself.

And this is the story of how the power imbalance from the Diamonds Heart Academy shifted one day due to these three people.

It was a sunny afternoon; you don't see the sun shining so bright in such a troublesome academy, so it was really surprising. "You can come in now." A cold voice was heard from the other side of the door as a male student, one of the 'wagies,' came in to talk with their queen, Abella Windsor. She was currently sitting on top of a teacher's desk while two other of her friends were next to her: Janice, a Black girl with glasses who was currently studying, and Bella, who was chatting and gossiping on the phone, not paying attention to the man that came in. "So what was this guy's name again?"

"Terrance Trotsky, also known as Double T by his friends, is in a sports club activity after classes: badminton," the studying girl replied.

"Trotsky? What is he, some sort of Rusky? Mom liked a Black bloke and moved to America to get railed by one?" She chuckled, her friends too busy to laugh with her.

"A-actually it comes from Lithuania, my dad said—"

"I say, I couldn't give a toss; I'm not here to chinwag about your dashed surname. I'm here to discuss what on earth happened to our food stall. I furnished you with the funds to get your daft business off the ground; it was doing swimmingly, and suddenly my investment's gone pear-shaped because you couldn't safeguard your own establishment? You owe me dosh, and I want it back, pronto, or as you Americans say. Where's my cash at, nigga?"

"W-well, all was doing great; we made sure to not tell anyone about the stand being part of your group, and we were selling to everyone that came by to not start any discussions and keep it civil."

"Right, and today of all days you're telling me you got roughed up, robbed blind, and the whole shebang ransacked? I spaffed two and a half grand from my dad's account on that food stall, and you're here saying you binned it in a week? You owe me a good two thousand dollars, give or take. I should bash you black, red, and blue, I swear."

"I-it-it wasn't our fault!"

"Well, you must have done SOMETHING to end up getting robbed this bad. Did you upset someone, say something to someone, or insult some broke bloke because they couldn't pay for his food?"

"N-no, we did not. We were nice to everyone. Those who had no money were told that we had no tabs nor anything, and although some discussed with us at the end, they left us alone. The only person we didn't sell to was that cracker, and the ones who stole from us were the delinquents. They just did it for the fun of it, and I am sure that if we take some people and-"

"Wait, hold on, go back, just a bit, say that again, slowly."

"The delinquents did it for fun and-"

"NOT THAT YOU MONGOLOID! This stupid broke bitch..."

"Uuuuh? I forgot?"

"You said you didn't sell the cracker. Is that right?"

"I- uh- yeah, we thought that by selling him someone might think we are his friends and-"

"Wait, wait, wait, so let me understand: you, a broke, drowning-in-debt, small-brained, stupid-ass motherfucker, a guy, comes to your place to buy food, and you reject him because..."

"Well, no one wants to be around that guy; it would look weird, so I thought."

"So you thought a person that wins money and is about to pay YOU money shouldn't get a sandwich, just because you thought it was a great business idea to keep things civil?"

"I- I feel this isn't about the food stand being destroyed anymore."

Her friend interrupted and hung up her phone. "What your queen is trying to say is that you make money by selling, not by declining money. We already knew the delinquents stole the food stand; we just wanted to find a reason for it, but hearing you decline money from a customer makes us realize that we chose the wrong guy for the job." She acted all bubbly and cute around him, touching his shoulder almost flirtatiously as she got close. "Think fast!" She suddenly yelled before hitting his nuts with her knee, making him fall down on the ground. She started to walk at a fast pace around him while humming a tune, grabbing a golf club that was around, ready to smack him again, and as she lifted the club.

"Wait, don't hit him. He doesn't have medical insurance, so if he is unable to pay me back, I will lose some money. Let him walk away for now; he will get my money back eventually. He better, or you know I will probably ruin your life, same as usual. Get out of here." He crawled away as the girls were left to speak to each other.

"Man what do we have to do so these ghetto niggas get some work done, I should've gone to a more prestigious academy the more I think about it, do you think we can open up a rich house club on that empty lot that was 2 streets down of the academy? I can tell my daddy to pool in some money by blackmailing him about his adventure back in Dubai; he was all over the place with that lady of-"

"What is your deal with Hunter?" Her friend said as she sat next to him "It's like the third time you've heard news about that white dude, and you always get so aggressive with whoever hates on him. Are you like his childhood friend or something?"

"Didn't you two share a class together last year?" Janice intervened.

"You know you are always too defensive of him." Bella opened up her mirror to apply some makeup as she awaited a reply.

"Huh? Nothing, he is just some white guy, that's all. I see them all the time, boring and unattentive. I have, like, nothing to talk about him. Like, come on, like, he is just some white dude, that's all. Like, have you even seen what he wears? Like, not a single Abercrombie & Fitch, American Eagle Outfitters, or Rave. He could at least wear Gucci, but he has nothing. He only wears polos, and that's when it's cold, like, such a poor dude." She looked away, biting on her fingernailfor a moment as if thinking of something.

"Like, are you sure?"

"Pft, yeah! For all I care, he is just as broke as any nigga in this place."

"LIKE, cool, I was thinking of inviting him on a date then. Can I do that?" She started to giggle, expecting a reaction out of her.

Her eye twitched as she noticed her way of speaking a moment ago was being mocked "What the fuck? Why? He is not rich; his dad works as a mechanic, and his mom is a poor housewife."

"Woah! How did you know that?"

"I-I got curious and read his files. What do you care? Do not date some bloke poorer than you; it's forbidden. New rule in this place."

"Sure, sure, whatever you say, boss." Bella started to laugh. "Oh heeeeeey, maybe, like, it's a rumor, but maybe I heard from the goths he tends to go eat lunch behind the poolhouse, because it's quiet and there are some nice benches some junkies like to rest on when they're smoking some dope after class, but of course, what do you care, right? Oh, look at the time; it's almost lunchtime. Ciao, princess." She started to wave goodbye with a shit-eating grin on her face as she stepped out.

"OH FUCK OFF, BITCH!" She flipped her off as big and loud as possible before turning to look at Janice, who talked.

"You are rather too defensive of him; she is right. Do not ruin our position with whatever you are trying to do with him. As a matter of fact, I could use a wagie too; my last one got beaten up by some jocks when he tripped and poured his drink all over them."

"I do not care about Hunter; he is just some white dude. Ugh, I am pissed; I will go for a walk." She started to walk away from the room, at first at a slow pace, but as she walked the empty hallway, her steps became increasingly faster as she was heading directly at the poolhouse, but why exactly? It all started...

Last year

She had already started to take over her own territory in the school. The preppy gang had started to grow; maybe they didn't have the most numbers nor the strongest people, but they truly had the most economical resources. They could buy out everything they wanted: weapons, items, teachers, and even other students to do the dirty deeds for them. For people who had everything, this was their dream: to simply rule over those that didn't.

Abella saw it the same way, along with her two closest friends, Janice and, funny enough, Bella as well, who were as rich as she was. She was moved to a new class because her old class didn't have a nice window view; she wanted to be able to stare at the city from the upper classrooms, so she was moved to a new classroom. That's where she 'met' him, the only white kid at the school.

At first all she did was mock him and tease him like most students do, but he didn't seem too bothered about it; he was rather too optimistic, still trying to make friends. Some students actually hung out with him, but with how divided the school was, they ended up dropping it to not call any attention to him. Still, he was rather polite, easygoing, and calm even though he still let himself get bullied on an almost daily basis, and she was part of those bullies too, funny enough.

However, one afternoon it was raining; she called up her driver to pick her up, but due to the rain, he ended up crashing with some guy that couldn't brake on time. Instead of feeling sorry, she was upset that she had to wait alone in school; it was simply a terrible thing to be bored. She had thought about firing her driver for being so clumsy as to be involved in a crash.

However, her thoughts were interrupted. Hunter entered the classroom like nothing. Abella stared at him for a moment as he didn't introduce himself, say 'Hi' bow to her, or even acknowledge her. She was already angry, and she was about to blow up on him, but then "It's raining like crazy out there, right?"

"No shit, dumbass."

"You are Abella, right?" He pulled out an umbrella. She thought for a moment that he was joking, perhaps trying to play a prank on her for not knowing who she was. Honestly, it was highly upsetting; perhaps she needed to beat him to a pulp to remind him of his place in life. "Do you have an umbrella?"

"I have a ton of designer, original umbrellas; I just didn't bring them- "

"Oh- then you want me to take you home?"

"WH-wait, what?"

"I'll take you home; my umbrella is big enough for both of us. You can be in the middle if you want. I am sure you don't want your school uniform to get wet since it looks made by hand and expensive." He was right. Her uniform was specially crafted for her needs, but that's not what she had in mind.

"You think I need your help?"

"Not really, I am sure someone will pick you up, but if no one is coming, I just wanted to help you go back home. My mom always says that you must help those in need, right? Isn't that how life should go?"

"My mom said to not stare at the homeless too long because it made her feel grossed out."

"Well, hahaha." He looked nervous now. "Let's just ignore that and let you know I am not homeless. It's okay if you don't want to come, though. Sorry for asking. I know you don't want to be targeted or hurt for going with me. I will talk to you later." Target... Hurt, huh? He cared about her, but there was no need for it; she felt upset at those words.

"OI! Wagie, come here!" He turned around.

"Wagie? Well, I don't have a job. I like doing newspaper deliveries in the summer, but-"

"Shut up." She pulled out her wallet, handing him a 100-dollar bill, which he was surprised to receive, and placed it inside his pocket. "Now take me home quickly." He was stunned but nodded. On the way out of the school, everyone stared at the white guy taking out Abella under the rain, the umbrella protecting her from the water as they were shoulder to shoulder. People were whispering, but a cold gaze from the queen shut them up quickly. She would need a lot of work to explain this tomorrow, but then Hunter stepped out of the umbrella, half his body in the rain getting wet. Some students, instead of whispering, started to chuckle or laugh. Abella stared at him with a weird look on her face.

After a while of walking her back home, she asked "What are you on about, then? You do realize you're getting absolutely soaked, don't you, mate?" She grinned, about to tease him, realizing what it was; he was probably shy. "Are you a bit shy around the ladies or something, you cheeky little virgin?"

"No, it's just that they were probably thinking we were friends, so I thought it was better they think you were bullying me; that way tomorrow no one says something bad to you. It happened with André once when he invited me to play some soccer with them. I was really bad, and they mocked him so hard the day afterwards that he apologized and asked me to not talk to him. I am honestly okay with this by now; it was hard at first, but I should just focus on my studies and smile because life will get better."

She just stared at him with some admiration in her eyes.

"Well, that's absolutely retarded; stand up for yourself."

"I don't like fighting if I am honest. Besides, I am not the strongest, and I don't have it as hard as some. I've heard people there have it much worse, so I know it's just a group and hierarchy thing, not even a race thing, which makes me feel good about myself."

"... You are just absolutely pathetic." She said she couldn't drop her authoritarian look, or else she might be seen as an equal or weak instead of the one who was above him.

"Hmmm, maybe, but I am happy like this; that's all that matters."

"Well, I, uh-" She took a deep breath for a second before sneezing "UH-CHOO!" It was a bit unladylike, as the cold was getting to her; she didn't insult him and didn't have the time for that because as soon as she sneezed, he gave her his sweater and some napkins.

"Sorry, I don't have a handkerchief, but you have some, you know, in your nose, so..." She grabbed the napkin, blushing, cleaned her nose, and put on the sweater.

"... Don't go 'round thinking we're mates because you gave me the sweater. Actually, do you know what? It's my jumper now, you dumbass. Should've thought twice about that."

"Oh, that's okay; I actually knitted that one! My mom taught me how; it's your size too, so it works. I won't ask it back, really. You gave me 100 dollars; that's enough for me, but maybe let me give you some change back? 100 dollars is too much for me." She felt herself being flustered more as she was gifted the sweater so casually instead of her stealing it.

"Whatever... Don't expect me to thank you, cracker."

"All good." He smiled.

She was left at her house with not a single drop of water in her clothes besides the soles of her shoes. Even when she got tired, she was carried here by Hunter, who didn't seem to mind either. She felt strange that night; wanting to understand Hunter's mind, she started to 'study him,' reading about his life and his likes, looking at him on the internet, and realizing he didn't have much of a digital footprint. She went ahead and took detours with his driver to stare at him from a distance, finding where he lives, what his family does, taking pictures of him, and finding out his hobbies, activities, and likes.

A few months later she was in her room, a large board full of pictures of Hunter, some notes of him, and a whole notebook filled up with how his brain and mind work, trying to figure it out. She looked to the left, noticing a mirror, seeing her reflection, her own eyes meeting her gaze, a normal gaze filled with light, and that's when she said to herself. "Bugger... I've gone and fallen for him, haven't I?" She facepalmed herself, feeling frustrated about it... But not too bad about it either; in fact, she felt giddy and happy about it.

Back to the present

She went around the pool talking to herself, practicing what she was about to say: "Oh, hi, Hunter, look at you all alone like a loser; this is such a pitiful look... Hey, hey, don't look sad. How about I join you?... What's that you have there? Pft, yeah, that sounds like trash. My butler prepared me some sushi for my lunch; it's good, innit? Got some sashimi, nigiri, and temari, a bit of tempura, and a few rice balls as well. We can share, if you fancy. Got wasabi, too... Eh? What's that you say? ... You like in your lunch, a bit o' spice? ... No way! Me too! Blimey, we've got so much in common!-" She stepped around the corner; finally near the back of the poolhouse, she heard Hunter's voice. She quickly looked at herself in a mirror, fixing her shirt and hair a little before going to talk to him.

"Oh, hi Hu- Hello Hu- hi- Blimey- Fucking- CUNT!" She said as she got tongue-tied trying to say the first words, stuttering like a dumbass; however, as she focused back on the person she was speaking with, she went quiet. Instead of seeing Hunter, she saw the 7-foot-tall towering woman sitting there, both of their gazes meeting, and they instantly recognized each other. Nzambi Adebayo, her biggest rival, was there, staring, eyes wide, like a predator gazing at her prey. A thousand thoughts passed through Abella's head; thinking she was set up by her friend for an ambush, she quickly went to her purse, ready to pull out a stun gun, and as this interaction happened, Hunter's voice broke the intense silence-

"Hm, who is there? Oh, it's Abella. Do you guys know each other? She was in my class last year; I sometimes see her around, but- uhm- actually never mind, I was getting bullied, so please ignore her! I should just leave and leave you two or something?"

She wondered why Nzambi was with him. Was she actually bullying him? Wait, was she using him to get to her and ruin her life? Did she know? She knew she fancied a bloke like him?

Why was Nzambi with him instead?

The reason was more complex than she thought of-

Let's go back a few months before once more.

"Aight, bet! This spot is straight fire, can't believe the janitor was holdin' out on us with this crib. The storage house of this school could be our HQ, ya feel me? We need that vending machine from the second floor up in here ASAP, the one with the chips I like the spicy ones and- and...Next we can-... Yo, what up queen? You lookin' all bummed out." One of the gyaru gals, friend of Nzambi spoke to her

"Hmmmm I didn't want to be part of this gang thing to be honest sounds like a pain in the ass"

"Aight, chill! Dude rolled up on you, straight wildin' with the 'Yo, big tits, wanna slide back to my crib?' He straight up asked for it, two legs broken are a fair deal. Now he cryin' like a bitch. What's the problem?"

"Yeah yeah, I get that, guy was a bastard but now I have a bunch of people to lead and do all that stuff, I didn't want to do that stuff, I just wanted to relax and sleep all day... We need a bed or a couch in here now that I say that outloud"

"A'ight, look here, you gotta catch the vibe gurl. Can't be droppin' all that proper talk, ya heard? Brothas and sisters gonna think you frontin' tryin' to act all high and mighty and shit, you tryna be all hard and gangsta, feel me? Need to act up, you said you liked gyarus right? Aren't they gangsters japanese or something. I know you ain't from 'round here, but you can't be all stiff and serious all the damn time."

"Hmmm, Why not? I am the leader of this place now. I can do whatever I want right?"

"I- Well yeah, of course you can, yeah- Shit dude that was a good analogy"

"That was not an analogy, it was an argument"

"And you are smart too, see? You need to lead us, or else who will?"

"Also gyarus are not gangsters, but- Hmmmm" She leaned back on the couch looking up. "I have an idea how about you lead the thing, like give orders and stuff and just say I am the leader and whenever we want to beat up people you just call me, I am sure whoever you want to beat up has a proper reason to get beaten up right?"

"Aight, aight! Now you feelin' the flow, I dig this scheme. You the brains and the muscle, and I'm the mouth and the muscle too. Got another shorty with me who'd be down to ride. She messin' with them jocks 'cause she say they packin', ya know? But I ain't too sure 'bout that. My ex had a lil' somethin', like four inches, it was kinda sad. Snapped a pic of it just in case I gotta fuck with him later and maybe ask for some green. So it'd be all three of us, sound good, sis?"

"... Yeah sounds fun"

"Cool, can I bring the vending machine tho?"

"Sure you do that" She was smiling wide, before she ran out of the storage house, but Nzambi simply felt a bit bored, since she arrived everyon had been avoiding her due to her size, those that didn't avoid her whispered behind her and point at her due to her massive tits, thinking they had a chance with her, those that stared too long got their faces smashed against a wall and lost some teeth in the process.

It was one of the two, fear or lusting; it had gotten exhausting. Perhaps leading this gang would be better for her? Keep her entertained, but everything else felt boring.

One day as she was walking the hallways, she simply came to a stop, looking back to see no one and looking forward to see someone quickly dashing around the corner to avoid her. Being the gang leader meant no one will mess with her... But it also meant that no one will dare mess with her; it felt a bit lonely... She sighed before punching the glass from one of the doors next to her just to de-stress herself; sighing, and then straightening her hair again that got messy as she lost contro, maybe one of her friends has something to cheer her up.

She heard the door opening and a white male coming out; it was Hunter. She had heard of him, the only white student in the school, but it was the first time she had seen him. She was looking at him with that stoic, mighty gaze of hers, but he didn't pay attention to that. "Are you okay?"

"Hm?"

"You seem to have hit the glass. Agh, your hand is bleeding." She looked at it; it wasn't a deep cut, but she ended up cutting herself hitting the glass. It's not like in the movies it seems, but she barely noticed it. She saw him running inside the room; it was some science lab. He pulled out some bandages and tweezers out of a first aid kit and came back to help her, holding her hand and taking out every small shard with lots of care and tenderness, trying to not hurt her. "Okay, at least the wound is not so bad. Did you trip and hurt yourself, I suppose?"

She wasn't sure how to respond to that, so all that she said was "Do you know who I am?"

"Hm? Have we met before? Uhm- sorry if I forgot, but I am sure I would remember someone like yourself."

"Why is that?"

"Well, you are rather pretty and mysterious even with the mask on, so that's one reason. You are also very tall! So that's the main reason." She was called pretty; it felt weird. She wasn't called sexy, big, or huge, just pretty and tall like a- "Like a supermodel if you think about it. I had a cousin that was very super into models and dresses. She said all models should be tall and pretty to show off the dress even better. I never understood what she meant, but I think I get it now. You have a pretty cool aesthetic." Being called feminine and pretty was good...

"I see... What's your name again?"

"Hunter, just call me Hunter if we go by names and yours?"

"Nzambi"

"Huh that's a much cooler name than hunter"

"I am not from America" He started to bandage up her hand slowly, making sure her hand was starting to heal properly, she opened it and closed it, she wasn't bleeding anymore.

"Anyways I better leave before anyone sees you with me, I would hate they start to bully you or something because of me" That amused her, she almost chuckled hearing that someone would dare to hurt her but also seeing someone worried about her was refreshing "I will see you around okay? Or well not really, its better you stay away from me." He turned around ready to leave but then he was stopped by her grabbing his shoulder

"Hey... Take care little white dude" He couldn't tell but he swore seeing a smile under her facemask

Back at the storage house, A.K.A HQ of the Delinquents

"Aight, so check it, this goofy ass white dude, name sound like Humpty or Dumpty or somethin' startin' with H, ya heard? Oh, you tryna play a prank on this fool? I been holdin' back a real good one, was gon' save it for my math teach since I bombed that last test. So check this: we snatch him, tie his ass to the school flagpole, lift him up, and leave him danglin' all day till some sucker feels bad and cuts him down. Then, we jump whoever cuts him down for bein' a softie, beat'em up and then blame it on him"

She heard the suggestion but Nzambi didn't want to hurt the little guy she actually wanted to talk about not bullying him if possible, but instead she make out something good from her gang to avoid attacking him "Nope, we are not doing that, look everyone bullies the white guy, so How about instead we bully those that bully, keep them in check, if we attack those who are weak enough to attack him, we would have a cult that fear us and spread rumours about us, then if some big group threatens him we can pinpoint him with ease, he can be our trojan horse, mess with the white dude and we will find out who you are and take your stuff for us you see?"

"AIGHT, HOLD UP! DAMN, THIS IS FIRE, I GOTTA WRITE THIS SHIT DOWN, Where's the pen at!"

With this she would barely be able to protect him at the least without anyone suspecting "Now after that we will also need to expand territory so let's take every group that seems small first and then we go for big ones"

"Climb up the power ladder and shit I like that"

"Yeah and finally we can simply take care of things from there"

"We need to invite the jocks they can be our muscle" She thought about having buff dudes around but the idea of another guy gazing up at her made her feel disgusted, she wouldn't mind if it was Hunter though he didn't even looked at her massive breasts once.

"Hmmmm no, we need to make things different, only bad girls allowed"

"That sounds- Difficult"

"Are you saying we cannot handle things ourselves, that we need a man?"

"HMMMMMMMMM NAH! Fuck that shit. We can do this queen"

"Good... Good."

Back to the present once more.

The next months were simple. Nzambi heard a group bullying the white kid; she would order some hooligans to locate the group, beat him up, and take their stuff. The storage house was packed with video games, TVs, beds, and girls only; guys were only allowed as milkmen or slaves, doing deliveries and food runs or chores and homework for the girls. In exchange, they MIGHT get protection, but that was only if Nzambi was in the mood to provide that.

Which most of the time she wasn't; she had gained a bit of an obsession with protecting Hunter. Looking at him smile, spending his time alone peacefully, or just going along their day happy made her happy for some reason. She wanted to get closer to him, but for that she needed to make sure no one could get in the way; her biggest threat was the current leader of the preppies, Abella.

During lunch hours she was looking for the white boy that she liked to see smile so much alongside her friends, and after a while she found him forming a line for the food stand. It was something that opened up recently by 3 students under permission of the teachers; it was basically Flavor Hive, filling customers' own bags of chips with halal meats and toppings for a flat fee, but when Hunter's turn came around, she heard him from the other side of the food stand as he was declined to have some Doritos from Flavor Hive or anything whatsoever and quickly shooed away. With some money, Hunter went ahead and bought himself instead an egg sandwich later on.

"..." Nzambi thought about what to do or what to say.

"Hey, hey boss, want some chip bags?"

"Hmmm, no, I want the whole thing down actually. No one said they were opening this stand here nor asked us for permission, did they?"

"Oh snap! You spittin'! If this our turf, they gotta check in wit' us first, man, that's straight-up disrespect! So, what's the play, Queen?" She cracked her fingers

"Easy, we take everything from them and let them know to not mess with us again, also one small thing for this one... I actually like Flavor Hive so try not to damage any of the stuff and just take the ingredients with us"

"Sure! I feel some Takis, What about you boss?"

"Hmm... Doritos are good"

The food stand was destroyed, the cooks were beaten, the money stolen and the food was taken away, back at the storage house Nzambi prepared the doritos Flavor Hive herself following a small tutorial on youtube, once it was ready she packed it up in a bag and headed out.

"Hey boss where you goin'?"

"For a walk"

"Dope, wan' some company?"

She thought about it, she really wanted to see Hunter by herself today, they barely talk besides a hi and a goodbye here and there she knew Hunter didn't want to bring her trouble, but once she takes over the academy maybe they could be good friends, maybe more than that... "I do not. Actually I might need the storage house empty for later I will need to do something important so please go after an hour" She gave her a thumbs up, never doubting nor going against the queen's order.

She looked around for him everywhere, trying to follow where he went; some of her eyes told her they spotted him going to the poolhouse, and she went there. Once she was around the place, she looked for him, finding him behind the place eating an egg sandwich by himself as he was reading a book. She stepped out of the corner holding the bag full of food. Hunter choked a little on the sandwich as he spotted her. "Ngh- cough- gack, sorry! Nzambi! What are you doing here?" She didn't respond to that, saying she wanted to see him but felt a bit...embarrassed right now, so instead she walked, sat next to him, the bench creaking a little under her weight, and handed him the bag full of food. He opened it, noticing the Doritos. "Oh hey! I wanted this today! Wait, how did you know?"

"I was in line when you ordered, so I bought one for you."

"Oh shit! Let me pay you."

"No need, they gave it for free."

"Really?"

"Yeah, they were afraid of me ruining their business" which she did.

"That's silly; I don't think you would do that."

"That's nice, but you know little about me."

"Well... How about I do then? Tell me more about you; let's get to know each other."

"Do—do you really want to know about me?"

"Sure! We always salute each other, but we never talk. I want to get to know you, if you are okay with that."

Nzambi stared at him for a good while, grabbing her face mask and taking it off before looking at him with a smile. "I would love to know more about you." Her smile was sharp, almost like if she had the mouth of a shark, but in Hunter's eyes it was a pretty smile.

"-Blimey Fucking- CUNT!" Their moment was interrupted by another girl. She turned around to look at whoever was behind her, shocked. It was her main enemy from school, the reason she couldn't be friends with Hunter, and she looked pissed. Shocked, she noticed her grabbing something from her purse, and she quickly grabbed an iron pipe that was welded to the wall and ripped it off the wall, ready to get into a confrontation.

"Woah, what's going on?!" Hunter asked, looking scared at both girls, who were seconds away from killing each other.

Abella quickly replied "Hm? Nothing, Hunter. What's that you have there, Hive Flav—" She stopped herself; that was the place she invested in. "Oi! Why do you have that? I was going to share some lunch with you."

"OH—Uhm? Nzambi gave it to me..."

"Hold on a tick, did you just demolish my entire food stall to give him some bloomin' grub?"

"I could demolish you instead, but you have been running away from me, but if you want, we can 'run the ones' right now."

"Talking like some hood nigga won't scare me, big-titted gorilla."

"Should I leave? I feel I shouldn't be here." Both girls looked back at him as if trying to find the words to save both of their faces.

"N-no! It's just that we don't like each other much."

"Y-yeah, bloke! Just stand there, and I will be there with you in a second." They both stare at each other with a knowing gaze. Nzambi pointed to the side as if asking her to move away so they could talk 'in private.'

Abella walked first, but her hand was on the trigger of the stun gun in case she tried to smash her head. "Oi, what the bloody 'ell do you want, then?"

"Here is the deal: I stop messing your stuff up, and you get to have the territory you already have and never mess with it in exchange for the following: you never take anything of mine, don't touch anything of mine, the white boy is protected at all costs, and you don't mock or hurt any of his friends, including me, of course." Abella blushed; she hated that deal—it meant giving Hunter all to her.

"Right then, how's about this new arrangement, you great big-titted gorilla? You keep your clobber, and I'll overlook the dosh you've had me squander all this time. I shall disregard your thugs and skivvies loitering about the school. You stop mucking with me, and this is of utmost importance—I get to keep the white lad as my personal dogboy."

"No deal if you're going to treat him like a slave." She tightened up the grip on the iron bar; she wanted to snap at her and yell that she wasn't going to treat him like a slave...

"I say, what's it to you if I treat him like a slave? You're not exactly his mate, are you?"

"You aren't either; that's why I want to be close to him, and you want to keep him as one of your slaves. Now fuck off. You can have any other guy in school if you want; that's my last deal, and unlike you, he actually enjoys being around me."

She was mad, furious, and about to say something to her: "Oh yeah... Well—how about I tell everyone you like the cracker?"

"So you're going to ruin his life too? Really nice, really selfish, you fat ass. Better aim that stun gun at me because I am one more comment away from bashing your head against the floor."

"Listen 'ere, you big-busted cow! I'm not fucking his life, I'm improving it by giving 'im all he could ever want. You're just some common tart who'll end up shagging him in a storage unit, playing video games, and wasting your life. He's far too good-looking for that loser's existence. I shall feed 'im, clothe 'im, take 'im to posh dos, turn 'im into a proper contributor to society, and then I'll mould 'im into 'usband material – I mean, proper bloke material, of course."

She stepped back, realizing that the preppie girl was also going for him, going for him, not wanting to turn him into a slave but actually her boyfriend. "You like him? Well, too bad that you are such a shit person; he would never pay attention to you."

"Oh yeah?" She suddenly lifted her shirt, showing the sweater below it. "Unlike you big tits, darling, I was actually gifted his sweater. So, when it comes to who's favored more, I'm pretty sure he fancies me more, because unlike you, he's given me things that reek of him." She grabbed the fabric of the sweater, smelling it. "So you have nothing."

"He kissed my hand" she said with a stoic and normal tone, but of course she was fuming and jealous, so the best she had was a lie.

"F-fucking lying."

"Nope, yes he did. I hurt my hand, and he kissed me to make me feel better, so he likes me."

"..."

"..." They both stare at each other in silence.

"Whoever gets the white boy takes control over the school" said Abella.

"Deal." She replied, Both girls are going back to Hunter, who was packing everything up, ready to leave. He nervously turned around, thinking he saw something he shouldn't have.

"Heeeeey Hunter... Wanna crash back at the storage unit?" Abella said as Nzambi smiled. None of the girls were willing to lose to the other; it was a battle of femininity and seduction. Whoever gets Hunter, gets everything.

Back at the Storage House

Hunter was surprised how big and spaceous the place was, they had internet, electricity, beds, couchs, a second floor with a much larger bed, videogames it was like the best hangout place ever "Jolly nice place you've got 'ere, almost makes threatenin' the janitor worthwhile, innit? Oi, Hunter, did you know this tall bitch threatened the cleaner to get 'old of this gaff? Bit rotten, innit?" Nzambi was caught off guard as she suddenly mentioned that.

"The janitor? The guy that was caught perving on the students last year?"

"Yeah! That one! I told him I would kick his ass if he does it again and as punishment took this place" She just did it because her friend otld her to but what he doesn't know, doesn't hurt

"I mean sounds kind of fair I guess?" Abella's attacks went wrong, besides if she starts mentioning how the two of them have been at war, fights, hijincks and other type of shady deals she would look as bad as her, so she needs to find a way to win him over.

"Want to play some games Hunter?" Nzambi pointed upstairs as she gave him a pat on the back pushing him forward. It was so light but yet it moved Hunter so easily, he really was a weak guy, she kind of like that.

"Oi! Don't choose for him! Giant bitch"

"I wouldn't mind playing some games"

"OH WOW ME TOO! Sounds good! See you giant? Letting him choose better" Nzambi rolled her eyes as Abella went ahead going upstairs as Hunter followed the two girls, not fighting them back.

He looked up for a brief moment going upstairs forgetting that Abella only wears short skirts, her large ample ass in complete sight as she was wearing a pink thong that had been eaten by her massive meaty ass, he stopped right on track and looked down embarrassed of what he had seen, Abella noticing looked back at him.

"Hm what happened? Are you scared of the stairs?" She started to stomp the wooden stairs "Nah this shit sturdy come on-" But then as she looked closer he noticed that he was blushing before looking back at her ass "Oh!" She already knew how to win him over. "Oh no, bit of a kerfuffle! How frightfully clumsy of me; badly disappointing, dropping one of me earrings, Oops" She took off her earrings dropping it on the stair "I'll have to bend over to have a gander for it, innit?" She did just that her ass completely close to his face, she spread her legs as he could get a perfect view at her crotch and even some of her pubes were sticking out of the thong as well.

"Hurry up" Her ass was pushed by the much larger woman who made her fall over on the stairs making Abella hit her chin with the floor and quickly got up the stairs, Nzambi helping Hunter climbed the rest of the stairs. "Sadly we only have two controls here so we will have to play on pairs, I will play first with Hunter you can watch Abella"

"Right then, how about I have a go first, seeing as I'm the guest and all?"

"Y-you girls can play, I am honestly just happy to be spending time with friends" Hunter tried solving the 'control discussion' by being the one who didn't play.

"Hmmm okay let's get on the bed" Abella grabbed the control and quickly jumped on the bed before patting the open space next to her

"You can lay here if you want Hunter"

Nzambi had other plans as she took the spot on the bed she was patting sitting on it crushing Abella's hand under her weight.

"I can stay standing here if you want, you girls go ahead, actually I can do some homework now that I remem-" His hand was grabbed by Nzambi as he was forced on the bed, hugging him from behind and letting him sit on her lap, his head nicely sandwiched between those big massive breasts of hers, each tit as big as his head, they were soft and laying on them felt like he could sink in and dissapear on them, no he definetely could if she simply pressed both of them with his head in between but he didn't say anything.

"Let's play some mortal kombat, hope you don't mind fighting for it" Nzambi said looking at Abella who was fuming of jealousy right now.

"S-sure! A videogame is just a kid's game. Why would I lose a-" After 10 rounds of fighting she didn't win a single fight, not even as she tried to button mash it. "THIS GAME IS RUBBISH!"

"You always say that"

"This character is RUBBISH!"

"You always say that too"

"Hmmm Abella maybe you shouldn't hit the control so hard"

"Well, it's not my fault if all she does is lark about with games every bloody day"

"Wanna play instead Hunter?" She hand her the control hugging him from behind and laying her head on top of his. "I can just hold you while you play if you want"

"Th-this is nice but I don't like fighting games"

"We can play kart games instead, I have a nintendo too"

"Stop getting all grabby and comfy with him"

"Hmmmm?" Nzambi thought starting to pat Hunter's head "Hunter do you dislike that?"

"Uhm- Not really a bit unexpected and close, I don't want to be a bother"

"You are never a bother" Nzambi was being too close, too comfortable, too nice with him something Abella had trouble with and felt she was losing a lot of terrain and if she lost this fight she would lose everything, unless... She could play this game too.

"Bloody hell, it's sweltering in here, innit? Bit of a shame there's no AC" She took of her student's uniform shirt, showing off the sweater that Hunter gave him a long time ago, this was supposed to be an ultimate weapon in her game of love wanting him to notice that as they lunched but she had to be more straightforward with it. Which he did.

"Oh! I didn't know you still had it"

"Blimey! Of course I've got your sweater , it's a right favourite. I wear it jolly near every day, means a great deal, see? People don't pay much mind to one's feelings, reckon all I care about's material bits and bobs, but that's not what I want. I want people to see me for who I truly am, to like me and... maybe hold me" She blushed and acted like a shy innocent girl. She made such a big act of how she was a misunderstood soul, Nzambi noticing right then and there but Hunter fell for it.

"Oh I didn't know... Sorry to hear you have it so hard" She had a smug expression on her face as she stared at Nzambi, she simply approached and sat on Hunter's lap and therefor Nzambi's too, Hunter trapped between a massive dumptruck and soft pillowy tits, truly a great place to be right now.

"Thanks, maybe you could hold me?" She said looking back at him, he slowly wrapped his hands around her belly as she giggled feeling how she was being hugged, Nzambi not liking this a bit.

She stood up holding both of them and let them on the bed, sighing at this. "You know what. I know where this is going and if its going to scale this bad I will just go straight at it"

"Hm did something happened? Sorry I am a bit slow sometimes" Hunter said looking left and right not understanding, soon enough Nzambi was right on top of him, her arms on the bed as she was face to face with him.

"Hunter listen well, I think I really really like you and I think I want to date you. I like how soft you are, how pretty you are, how cute you act, its like holding a bunny and I like cute things and I want you to be mine" Both Abella and Hunter were shocked by the confession

"M-ma'am you barely know me to be honest and w-well I don't want to bring you trouble and-"

"I am the leader of the delinquents, and I have beaten up every single one of your bullies. I promise you that if you are with me, no one at school will ever touch you again." She took off her mask to give him that sharp predatory smile of hers, like a hyena looking down at some tasty prey she was about to devour whole. "Well, correction, I will be touching you plenty, to be honest you make staying here not so boring and dull, I been looking at you and the more I see you the more I like you, I don't want no big strong man, I want a softy that I want to cuddle every night before going to sleep while I nibble on his ear and he melts in my hands gushing like a cute highschool girl, except you have cock between your legs, that's what I want, and you fit."

Abella and Hunter were now fully quiet due to the lengthy and extremely specific confession that was given to them. "Umm, wow, that's really flattering." Hunter was blushing and gushing, and with her literally on top of him, it was hard not to be like, "Are you sure you want to fall for me? I am not the best option."

"Oh, I am sure." She shot a glance at Abella as if to let her know she had lost.

"Oh wow, that's... Wow, I don't know what to say, really. It's just too much, but—" He fidgeted and squirmed as she got closer. "Are you really, really sure?"

"Absolutely." She opened her mouth and bit his earlobe, not even bothering to stare at Abella, who was currently being, in the most respectful of ways, cucked. She just stared at Nzambi as she was practically devouring him; poor Hunter had his eyes closed and cheeks blushing red as she kept teasing him with those playful bites. It's like the two of them were ignoring her on purpose.

"Y-yeah? So what if, do you reckon just 'cause you've gone and spilled all that to him, he'll simply fall head over heels and start playing silly buggers with you? Taking you out on dates, holding your hand, and fancying you for who you are? Gosh, and actually enjoying your little rants and gossip sessions while you listen to his dashed hobbies? Honestly, you don't know the half of it about him, do you?"

However, a cute little moan, quite girly, came from Hunter as he was being pushed down against the bed as she continued to nibble and do hickeys on him, marking him as her property. She was, true to God, being completely ignored. She felt bad for a moment, sad that she actually was losing, before trying to think of what to do. She gulped, nervous, wanting to not be left behind.

"Right, well, I know for a fact that he's rather fond of daft little games, Animal Crossing being one. His favorite character is Sasha, and when he's feeling a bit down, he likes to watch videos tucked up under his blankie. Math is his favorite class, apparently because it's all rather straightforward. What? He gets a bit glum when it rains; he worries about all the poor animals out in the streets without a proper spot to sleep when it rains. Fancies a bit of spicy grub, even though he looks as soft as butter. He's a bit miffed about the future, even though he's already got himself sorted with a spot at Uni, exams and all—he did great. And his left eye's a tad worse than the right, so his specs need two different prescriptions, which makes it a devil to get the right ones when they break. Which is why, when some louts hit him in P.E., I did him a favor and sent him a pair of glasses with his prescription the very next day, all hush-hush, of course."

Now the one stunned was Nzambi, not because of the confession but rather because of how much of a fucking stalker Abella was; she felt that was sick, but Hunter saw it as a love confession as well. "W-wait, Abella, you also like me? But you don't talk to me."

"I- I have my reasons! I am a busy woman... Besides, I also know some other dirty things; for example, you like bottom-heavy gals, right?" He hid his face with his hands; now he was paying more attention to Abella than to Nzambi. "How did the song go? I like big booties, and I cannot lie. You other brothers can't deny—" Hunter hid himself under the blankets, as he was too embarrassed to face her.

"Fancy a cheeky wank whilst gawping at some ladies with a bit of a bottom-heavy backside. You're a man, after all! Don't you, bloke? I've never spied on you having a go, but I know you're a bit of a pervert deep down. And you know what? Of all the preppies, none of them have a derrière like mine. Screw mumbo jumbo-sized massive knockers 'ere, and come to the girl who's also got some proper gear in the back and cash to keep you 'round." The battle of love had turned into a battle of seduction; Nzambi started to undress as Abella was surprised by her straightforwardness again.

"Hey Hunter, look here." She grabbed the blanket and tossed it off of him. He was completely blushing; there was not a single trace of his beige vanilla skin due to how red he was from the embarrassment, but once he looked at Nzambi, his pupils dilated. Each breast was bigger than his head, her areolas darker than her own skin and as large as his hand, and two large nipples that could easily be grabbed and milked like if she were a cow. "Do you like them?" She said, smiling at him; that sharp smile of hers looked so dangerous, like she could rip his arm with a single bite, but he loved her smile so much for some reason, but right now his eyes were more focused on the huge tits being shaken right in front of him left and right like a pendulum. "You can touch them if you want."

"I feel this is something beyond a crush." His hands were grabbed and forced onto her breasts; he could feel his arms disappearing in how soft and heavy they felt. It was mesmerizing; it was the first time he touched breasts, and right now he was touching the biggest, softest, and heaviest tits in the whole academy, probably the whole city, to be honest. "Woah~" That's all he said as he kept fondling them, Nzambi's expression one of happiness and excitement, her smile trembling, but she also looked nervous. She started to pant like a wild animal, wanting to pounce on him and devour him some more.

"Oi, cheeky cunt!" Abella slapped those tits away from his hands as Nzambi yelped from the pain and afterwards sat right on Hunter's lap. "Hey, remember what I told you! Big booties! Tell them to shake it! Shake it! Shake that healthy booty!" She started to grind her ass against Hunter's lap, leaning down to show her ass, her face hidden away as she herself was panicking, wondering for a moment why she was now grinding her huge ass against the one he loves, but this was for the best. She also picked such a thin thong too; she was nervous that he was seeing all of her down there.

And he was; he was practically in heaven with such a heavy ass and a growing need to slap it, bite it, finger it, and fuck it so hard. This was too much for him; his cock was completely erect by now, and as Abella kept grinding on it, he felt something perfectly sandwiched between her heavy buttocks. She looked back to stare at his cock, getting scared for a brief second due to the size of it. "W-wow, okay, maybe I should've spied on you some more."

"I am sorry." He tried to cover his dick while flustered, blushing, embarrassed of showing such a side of him. As both girls stared at it, burning a hole through his pants with that intense gaze.

"Hmm, sorry?" Nzambi approached. "About what? About hiding such a big fat cock like yours, you should be sorry. No wonder all the other niggers from this school keep bothering you; you are probably the guy with the biggest cock in the whole academy." Her hands wrapped around his cock, grabbing it through his pants.

Hunter's mind was a mess right now as he wondered, 'What is she going to do with me now?'

Whilst Nzambi's mind was thinking, 'What the fuck do I do with him now?' She was expecting something small like a 4- or 5-incher that she could suck and tease all day, not a bitchbreaker of a cock that could be used as a baseball bat in a softball game. No wonder his pants were so baggy; he was hiding a monster down there. The scene of Nzambi grabbing his cock and being completely still lasted for, like, 30 awkward seconds as she tried to remain focused.

"You're being a frightfully odd big cow. If you're not going to get on with it, let a proper expert with an ass built to take massive cock, fit its purpose, and have a gander. Experience trumps mere muscle every time." She grabbed Hunter's pants, pulling them down before that cock smacked Abella right on her face. It was almost like a bitchslap with how hard she felt it, rubbing her cheek from the pain, her pussy getting completely soaking wet due to it as well. She never saw herself as a masochist; she is a queen, and she must remain in control.

"I didn't know you had done this already. Sorry, I am a virgin still—s-so please be easy on me, okay?" Hunter was looking awfully cute underneath her, and in reality this was Abella's first time; it was 2 dominant virgin gals against one cute virgin bloke with the cock of a horse.

"Pfft—Y-yeah, maybe—Y-you know, I know my stuff; I have prepared myself to, uhm, to be like a sex expert. All we have to do first is like—do foreplay, you know." She approached the cock that splurted a rope of precum right on her face, making her slightly scared of it, the intense smell filling the room as it made Nzambi pant even harder. Maybe with her height she had a better chance; she was 7 feet tall. All that height must mean that she needs to take bigger cocks. Her body was built for this; she needed this...

She moved closer, her face right next to his shaft, before she took a deep whiff of it, the scent so exotic and captivating it made her moan and let out a loud "oOooOoOoOoOOoOoH~." Came from her as if she was getting intoxicated by him. "Yes, I knew it; we were made for each other, Huntie." Abella squeezed in as she grabbed his cock too, having enough space for both of their hands. The two stared at each other, ignoring Hunter, who was squirming, his cock splurting precum all over him, but they were ignoring him as they simply did a stare battle.

"Go on then, show me your wanking skills!"

"Sure..." She stared at that fat mast-cock and simply moved his hand up and down, doing nothing special, but Hunter kept squirming on the spot, so he was most certainly enjoying it; however, Abella didn't look impressed. "Fine, fuck it." Nzambi, who was already naked on the upper part, took off her skirt and panties as well, being fully naked. Even for such a huge gal with huge tits, her ass was smaller, and her thighs were thin, extremely thin in comparison to Abella's huge dumptruck and meaty legs.

"Oh, are you stripping off, are you? Right then, I'll show you what I've got, too." Abella, not wanting to be left behind, started to undress as Hunter stared at the two girls comparing bodies, both girls blushing, a bit embarrassed of the situation, but they had gone this far already; they can go further, of course.

Nzambi stared at Abella's much smaller chest and just said, "Mosquito bites." While pointing at her getting Ambella more self-conscious of not having as much meat on her breasts, it was like they were opposites in this aspect, one being more heavy-bottomed while the other being heavy-chested.

"I- if it's of any concern, I think you are both beautiful no matter what." Both girls, who were staring angrily at each other, got flustered hearing that.

"Right then, it's not as if it signifies, 'cause it's not the size that matters, but rather how you wield it. And seeing as you're utterly incapable of pleasing a chap, I shall demonstrate the proper technique." Abella got on the bed, crawling closer to Hunter, who backed up to the point his back was against the wall. She stared at his eyes before moving her head down to his cock, feeling intimidated by the sheer size of that thing. It was larger than her face, and it truly expelled such a scent, almost as if to let her know this was a real cock, the smell of powerful sex. She gulped, staring at it before pressing her cheek next to it, jerking it up and down. "You're rather keen on this, aren't you, you little rascal? Why don't you just admit it, eh? Admit that I'm a sight better than those oversized knockers over there and become my bloke already. I shall show you a thing or two, I will." She pulled her tongue out and licked his shaft from the base to the tip, and after a single lick, she stopped before tasting it. It had such a powerful flavor; it was so salty. It would be impossible to wash up this type of flavor with a toothbrush. She won't admit it, but she also liked how it tasted. She looked up at Hunter, who had big eyes, like a puppy realizing that whatever she was doing, it was working.

Nzambi stared at Abella licking the shaft of his cock like a lollipop, going up and down multiple times, starting to slobber all over it, but around half of his cock was getting lubed while the other half was not. She took matters into her own hands; she was now on the opposite side of that cock, licking it in an opposite sync of Abella. When she went up, she went down and the other way around, both tongues licking his cock as Hunter only covered his face, moaning so desperately.

"Girls, please, please slow down." He moaned in such a feminine way, but that just made them hungry for more; they had to up their game to not lose to each other. Nzambi opened her mouth and swallowed the tip, sucking on it and swallowing as much of his precum as possible. The salty liquid going inside her mouth made her gag at first before she got used to it and then liked the flavor. This was the taste of her man; she must learn to take it. However, that's the only thing she did, sucking on the tip for a while and letting Abella take care of his shaft.

"You are supposed to move, you know." She replied with annoyance as she simply kept sucking on the tip, happy to stay there. Abella, however, got an even more malicious idea, grabbing Nzambi's head and with a grin simply saying "Do not bite." And slammed her head down; all of Hunter's cock was deep down her throat. He moaned and shouted while holding the blankets, trying to not cum since he felt that would be improper of a man. "Well, I say, look at 'er. Seems like all that size were good, proper for a, shall we say, gentleman's companion, a bit unladylike, innit?" She kept forcing Nzambi's head up and down as she was choking, tearing from having so much cock down her mouth. It was so impossibly large for her, but regardless, she never tried to bite or get her teeth to grasp his cock. She wasn't going to hurt him, so she was right now forced to swallow if she wanted to earn his love. "Well, isn't she just a right little improper bitch?"

"N-nN-GN-ng-nZambi! Wai-Waii-" Hunter's vision was blurrier than usual without his glasses due to the amount of pleasure. Starting to moan the name of the girl who was currently sucking him off, Abella was surprised that her name wasn't the one being moaned out, but hearing her name instead got Nzambi worked up like a wave of inspiration. Using her massive tits, she grabbed them, and a loud FWAP was heard as his cock got squished between the massive dark milkers of the girl.

He was getting a proper titjob and blowjob now, with Nzambi getting a good hold of it.

"Hold on a tick, don't you think I'm a bit more smashing and proper, eh?" Hunter couldn't hear her; he was still holding his seed back. She approached her face to lick some more of his cock, but right now the massive tits and mouth of Nzambi covered the whole white cock; there was not a single spot left for her. Nzambi opened one of her eyes, noticing Abella, and flipped her off, as if to send her to hell, letting her know this was her cock now. Abella didn't give up; she may not be able to get a taste of his cock, but she had another idea in mind. Her head went down, literally under the massive tits too, Nzambi smacking her head in the process but not stopping her.

Hunter's moans had calmed down, but nothing prepared him for what was next; his moans exploded as he grabbed both of the girls' heads, forcing them to not stop, pressing them further. Abella right now was licking and sucking on his balls, worshipping them as she should've from the start instead of competing.

When she picks up on what was happening, she begins sucking Hunter’s balls sweetly and steadily, wanting to get him so wet and clean, sucking all that ballsweat and praising it as he deserves it for being such a good boy, kissing it, making out with them leaving all her black lipstick covered on his crotch, even being able to swallow those two round huge balls down her mouth, it was a bit difficult at first to be honest, but she pulled through.

It felt good. Her face is more so inundated with Hunter’s bullswear and musk. It felt right that she was liking servicing him; she honestly expected Hunter to be more of her boytoy and follow every single one of her orders, but pleasing such a cute man felt right for her. She was starting to be more submissive the more she sucked him off. Nzambi could pull her out, but she lets her and just keeps on drinking and sucking and drinking and sucking, with no need to breathe… Just pleasing his white god's cock.

"C-cummming Girls, wait, I am cumming." He said mid-tears, hearing those words, Abella stopped sucking his balls, gasping for air, and practically headbutted Abella to try and catch some of his cum on her mouth. Nzambi was pressing her head back as well, both girls touching, kissing, and sloppily getting their tongues together on the tip of his cock to catch as much cum as possible on their mouths, wanting to taste it. Soon his cock throbbed and shot a powerful rope of cum that practically pushed their heads back, splashing it all over their faces and then both of their chests and breasts. It was like a geyser of cum spraying the cum everywhere, both girls leaving their mouths open to catch as much cum as they could, like if they were snowflakes in winter.

Once he was done, their faces were completely covered, drowning in the thick, gooey, dense nut, licking their lips, swallowing it, and drinking, trying to get it clean. Nzambi had an advantage as her tongue was larger, and once she was done, she noticed some of the cum on Abella's chest, leaned down to lick it off, sucking her smaller tits and biting her nipples in the process. "HEY! FUCK OFF!" She pushed her face away as Abella kept licking her own.

"Fine... I guess I will take it from the tap again." She started to suck on his cock again. Abella is trying to get in on the action too with her mouth.

"Wait, wait- seriously, I am sensitive- " Hunter, who was practically being milked, tried to stop them, but with so little strength, he couldn't stop both girls wanting to use his cock as a tool for pleasure.... No, this was a competition for him, over him; he was the prize of both girls, and he felt angry at that. He didn't picture his first time to be this forceful. "G-girls, stop."

"Huntie, shut up, and let this happen."

"I say, can't you tell we're having a go at deciding who gets to keep you, then?"

That was the last straw for him. "I said to fucking stop, you two bitch niggers." That last word shocked them both as they simply stood still, both of their mouths open as they were licking his cock. They froze in place as they didn't expect him to suddenly say that to them. Abella's pussy was soaking wet, being called such a derogatory term, as Nzambi felt shameful, her nipples erect from being defied like that, like if she were weaker than him. Both girls were insulted by the person they loved, and both girls enjoyed it. "Jesus fuck- I mean- fuck, I am trying to please you both, but stop acting like if I was a toy, my first time was supposed to be nice and tender with many kisses, and you two are sucking on my cock like some cheap dollar store prostitutes acting like horny niggas that have never seen a cock before. Stop." He took a deep breath as both girls kneeled in front of him, being quiet.

He was trying to regain his composure back, taking deep breaths before he realized what he said: "I- I am sorry I didn't-"

"No, no, it's okay; we were totally acting out of- uhm- we were being too much for you."

"Right, well, it's not as if I'm fussed, is it? My, erm, chums call me that all the time, and I'm ever so fond of you, so I don't see why you shouldn't, even if you were being a bit cheeky- ya, you can call me nigga if you want." Both girls had suddenly turned submissive and obedient. Did he flip something on them by being degrading? What happened with not being mean to girls... Then again, nice guys finish last, right?

"G-good, yeah, good." He stood up, some confidence being regained, his cock right in between both girls. "Now we are doing this properly. No more fighting over my cock, nor using me, nor fighting at all. You two will behave and try to not hurt each other nor me, got it?"

Both girls looked at each other and looked down as they were scolded, nodding in silence; it seems like it was working.

"Good... Umm, okay, now both of you stand up." They did as they were told, both girls quiet, showing off their bodies to him, their breasts still covered in his white cum, marking them as his property in a way. "Now... how about- " He tried to think of a line he had seen in a porno before, something to order them: "H-how about you girls show me off what you got?"

"L-like dancing?" Nzambi said she had never danced before.

"Yeah, in a way, I guess."

Both of them felt so embarrassed doing so, like they were being mocked, but none of them refused the order to do so. Nzambi gave small bounces as her tits started to make such a shameful slapping sound when they both slammed against each other; they were practically spinning and slapping themselves over and over again. She had never felt so aroused and ashamed before. Hunter looked at Abella, who was hypnotized by the slapping meat from Nzambi. She looked down at her own breasts, unable to do that, but instead she got a perfect idea.

She turned around, squatting down, and being more confident, started to twerk for her... 'Boyfriend? Master?' She hasn't come to terms with whatever he picked, but she was hoping for a little bit of both, clapping it and dropping it hard. She was hoping she was doing it right; she heard the clapping, so she believed she was doing well enough at least.

Hunter's cock reacted to such an exciting scene, getting hard again, with a last rope of cum being shot on the bed as the girls stared at their lover's cock.

"I g-guess you liked my breasts more?"

"No way, bitch, he is a bottom-heavy girl lover, remember?!"

"No fighting, girls." Both girls went quiet.

"Sorry" they apologized in unison.

"Okay, I've made my decision; both of you approach." They looked at each other, nervous that he was about to pick one of them to be his girlfriend while the other would just be abandoned, but instead "Abella, you will go first; make sure to take it to the base. Nzambi, in the meantime, my lips are lonely; I want to drink from your tits."

Both girls looked at each other, not expecting that response. "Is there a problem?"

"Pshaw, no! Dash it all, I simply haven't a rubber that'd fit your, ahem, magnitude."

"Oh, I guess you are right... I guess we shouldn't have sex."

"Don't be rash; I can ride you raw if the princess here won't do it."

"I say, I can ride bareback, and dash it all, I ride bareback so bleeding much that I shan't tire of riding him bareback; I shall ride him so ruddy bare that!"

"Abella, inside voices, please."

"S-sorry, Dad-" She stopped, not finishing that sentence, but she quickly took a deep breath; maybe this way it was better. "Terribly sorry, Daddy; I shan't do it again, I promise."

"Okay, we are getting somewhere. This is good; we can do this properly and lovey-dovey now." Hunter's old attitude came back, but the girls were more obedient to him at least. He laid down on the bed as Abella stood on top of his cock. Nzambi pressed her breasts closer to him as he opened his mouth and sucked on them.

"F-fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, he is doing it. Oh fuck, I love you, I love you~." She opened her mouth to bite on the frame of the bed, cracking some of the wood as her pussy suddenly squirted, climaxing from literally 5 seconds of having her breasts sucked by the man she loved. Abella saw that, thinking about how weak Nzambi was looking right now, and smirked, thinking she had a chance. She barely squatted as she felt the tip of Hunter's cock already touching her pussy; she had forgotten how large it was.

"Oh god, okay, I will just grab this." She held his shaft that was throbbing so hard, aggressively; precum shot inside her hole as she whined like a puppy, and she started to make her way down his cock as she felt the tip entering her pussy. "HUNTE-HUNTER Oh god." She extended her hands, and quickly Hunter grabbed them. She saw the scene; even if his mouth was currently sucking on Nzambi's giant dark breasts, they were definitely holding hands. It was so romantic in her mind, so romantic and so hot, she couldn't resist anymore, and her pussy clenched as she climaxed. Unlike Nzambi, she didn't squirt, but her pussy juices started to flow down his cock, lubing it up, her legs trembling as she did, the only support she had.

She whined like a puppy as her virginity was lost to the guy she was obsessed with, she took some time to get used to his cock, at least the tip of his cock, she looked at him for a brief moment smiling, it was such a sweet innocent smile, not a grin, nor a smirk, it was a genuine cutesy smile she had. "Heh I guess we are each other firsts now right" She dropped such a heart melting sentence which made Hunter smiled as well... And got Nzambi jealous, thanks to her size she simply extended her arm, placed it on Abella's shoulder. "WAIT-" Abella screamed and forced her down on his cock as she was fully impaled by his shaft, her eyes rolled back and went limp.

Nzambi chuckled as Abella laid on Hunter's chest but she herself felt going limp too as Hunter bit her as punishment for hurting Abella. Her head went down. Laying on Hunter's head as well.

"Nzambi no more fighting I mean it"

"Sorry, I couldn't resist my vanilla god, man." She said with a broken smile "Even if he couldn't see her right now" which made him also feel awkward because he has never been called a vanilla god man. Was this like calling a girl a chocolate goddess?

A small mutter was heard from Abella, who was staring at Hunter. "H-huntie c- Could you perhaps do some moving, please? I can't feel my legs." He gave her a reassuring smile, grabbing her ass for a moment, squeezing it, feeling it, pressing it against his cock, making Abella whimper some more as she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her cervix. He stopped doing that, and she quieted down... Then he did it again as she whimpered, then stopped, then again, then stopped. "Huntie noooouh~" She felt like she was being punished for being mean to him before.

A sudden spank was heard as he slapped her ass. Abella's mouth opened to moan, her make up running down her face, looking more like an actual broken whore. She kissed his chest and licked it as if begging for mercy like a dog, a bitch in this case. Hunter pushed his legs against the bed. Abella felt her body being lifted as the tip of his cock was pressing against her baby room. She moaned again as she hugged Hunter, and then he started to thrust up and down. Abella's body, although heavy due to her ass, was easily lifted and moved up and down on his cock. She couldn't tell if she was orgasming or if it was just the pleasure she was feeling, but her mind was fuzzy, going blank, all while Nzambi stared at her rival being broken so easily. Hunter was looking more godlike in the eyes of the gyaru.

"Fuck that bitch, my white god; fuck her broken. Such a dumb whore, she kept fighting me all this time for you, when we should've fought for your love and appraisal instead." She pressed both of her tits together; Hunter opened his mouth and swallowed both of her nipples, making her shiver from the pleasure she felt. She did her best to resist the powerful, rough suction that was coursing through her body. This was heaven; this was what she needed. She was so happy right now.

Hunter had started to pummel Abella's pussy even faster with such encouraging words, his hand swatting her ass, turning that sweet chocolate-colored behind into a nice shade of pink with the punishment she was receiving, proper punishment for a proper whore, but in reality Hunter had fallen in love with how much her ass jiggled, rippled, and shook with every slap being given to her posterior; it was so mesmerizing to see, so much so that he was ignoring the moans and pleas of Abella's broken mind.

"My white god, you should totally cum inside her; she is super rich, you know. If you cum inside her right now, you might get her pregnant, and you will end up marrying her into a family of riches." Nzambi whispered to convince him; he thought about impregnating the girl he just met, but it was better if he didn't.

"Nzambi, could you pull her out of me, please?" She did as told, using her much greater strength to pick up Abella, who was still too cock-addicted and brain-fucked to move. Once she was out, Nzambi turned her around and laid her on her belly, that big fat ass right in front of Hunter. "Uuuuh—"

"There you go, this way all your cum would reach deep inside her pussy and—" She spread her ass cheeks apart. "You get to play with her ass." Hunter's cock was jumping from excitement as he saw how she was being handled. Abella had become his sex toy, but as he was having second thoughts, he saw her shaking her booty for her.

"Wh-what are you waiting for, cracker?" She said it with a bratty voice, but her look was one of someone that needed this; she wanted to be degraded.

He gulped as he leaned closer on top of her, his arms wrapping around her neck, placing her in a chokehold. She felt like this wasn't lovemaking but rather domination; she was about to get owned by a big white cock. She pushed her ass back and looked at him just to say "Show this Brit nigga what you can do."

He thrust down, smashing her body against the bed, her womb being battered by that cock as all that Nzambi did was sit in front of her, legs spread, touching her pussy, all while she was being ravaged like some weak prey by her superior man. She could feel her guts being rearranged, pushing her body to the limits, her mind melting with pleasure, and electric jolts of bliss drowning her thoughts as she couldn't do anything but mewl like a retard. She had been truly bleached by white cock.

"Fuck, I can't last any longer."

"DO IT INSIDE." She bent her legs back to force him to cum inside of her. Not like he was going to pull out after such a display, he was growling as he grabbed her hips and pushed his cock as far and deep as it could, the tip going inside and cumming directly inside her womb, forcing her to take as much of his white seed as possible. Abella simply gave up fighting and lay there taking as much as she could inside of her.

Hunter's face was grabbed and suddenly kissed by Nzambi as she made out, their first kiss right above Abella, who was currently being impregnated, her long tongue entering his mouth, wanting to taste as much of his spit as she could, while Hunter tasted how salty her mouth was after making her suck his cock up and down. Abella simply lay there as it happened, seemingly passing out.

"That was nice."

"Was?" Hunter asked with some defiance, pushing his cock out of her pussy as Abella groaned half-conscious, his cock still hard and covered in juices "Who said I am not done? There is another Black bitch that needs to be put in her place." Nzambi stared before lying on her back, spreading her legs, and opening her arms.

"Come get me, white conqueror." He pounced on top of her, not caring how sensitive he was right now, grabbing her tits like they were stress relief toys, and pushed his cock deep inside her pussy as she lay in the missionary position, moaning at the feeling of having her pussy ravaged for the first time. Her height really helped, but it was nothing compared to the powerful big white cock that Hunter had, as it completely took over her mind from the beginning. "Yes, you are my god; I will worship you and protect you as your goddess."

A heavy slap was felt on her tits as she came on the spot, her pussy oversensitive after cumming so much from her tits. "You are no goddess; you are just a simple whore, a slave for me to take."

"YES, YES, SORRY! I AM YOUR SLAVE, YES I WILL HELP YOU RULE THE ACADEMY MY WHITE GOD, FUCK ME SILLY TOO AND MAKE ME PREGNANT WITH YOUR MIXED KIDS" The one stoic calmed down. Nzambi was shouting her heart out as she suddenly got choked by Hunter; his hands weren't strong enough to cut oxygen to her brain, but the feeling of domination, almost like she was being forced into it like a slave, felt so good she could easily get addicted to this. Once more some throbbing was felt down there as she knew it wasn't going to be long until he came, so eager to take it, but as she looked up at the ceiling, she noticed Abella's half-asleep face.

"Hi mate..." She grinned before kneeling above her, her pussy completely drenched in Hunter's godlike white cum. She gasped for a moment before Abella started rubbing her cum-drenched pussy on her face, actually blocking her from any oxygen. "Huntiieeee, where is my kiss too?" She closed her eyes, leaning closer to him before she was grabbed by the hair and forced into a kiss. With him taking the lead, she could easily feel herself about to pass out with Nzambi's tongue digging inside her pussy and Hunter's kiss.

All the while, Nzambi's body was about to cum again, losing count of how many times it had been, but she knew she wouldn't be able to take more than this one; she had reached the maximum possible amount of times she could come. This was going to be the last one.

As his cock pistoned out, he didn't hold back this time. Abella stared as that cock bulge in Nzambi's lower abdomen suddenly disappeared under a new shape; her womb and hole were being filled with the same amount of cum as just now. The threat of impregnation has never been so lively. She stared in silence during the kiss, realizing how much he kept cumming in her. Nzambi's body also went limp as Abella lifted herself up, Nzambi's face covered in pussy juices and cum with a stupid smile as she was so out of it.

Hunter's energy, just like the other two, had reached a breaking point too; he might have been a pent-up, teased, hung fucker, but he was still a virgin who lacked any stamina, so he simply fell on top of Nzambi, pushing his cock out and letting all that cum leak out as he rested on her right breast. Abella took the chance and lay on her left breast, hugging Hunter. Nzambi, in a last moment of consciousness, hugged them both; they were sweaty, cum-stained, and smelling of sex, and yet it felt lovely to stay like that.

"Sooo... Who did you pick?" Abella asked as Hunter opened his eyes.

"Oh.... Uuuuuuuuh..."

1 week later

"Sooooo I think it's all settled." Janice said "The east belongs to preppies, the west belongs to the delinquents, and any subgroup beyond these two shall be treated as random groups that live in our territories, and if they bring too much trouble, both groups are to talk and discuss what to do. As for terrains that don't belong to the school, the playgrounds and yard will belong to the delinquents, and the parking space and the roof shall belong to the preppies. No one owns the entrance, of course, and as for the junkyard, it belongs to no one either, but no group beyond ours is allowed to claim it and must be defended."

"Sounds good, eh?" Abella said she was happy for her friend who helped her settle that.

"Hmmm. Aight, so about those rules you said you switched up? We delinquents- breaking rules is in our blood. If we aren't vibing with them, you know how it is."

"You are to rule your space freely; don't mess with ours, that's all."

"Eeeeeeh, boss?"

"It's for the best; we get to use all of their tools and spaces as long as we follow the rules. If you don't like it, don't go to their space" Nzambi replied.

"Pft, fine, whatevssss."

"Alongside that we have detailed all subgroups that belong to our groups jocks, nerds, cheerleaders, goths, wagies, and more with an equivalent or as equivalent as possible distribution of who belongs to whom, bringing our little turf wars of subcultures to an end." Nzambi coughed as she looked at Abella.

"Oh, uhm- hey Janice, what about the-" She coughed, feeling bad about saying it out loud "The cracker." They were still hiding their relationship, but everyone in the room already knew about Abella's crush on Hunter, while on Nzambi's side everyone knew they were dating because her friend came back early that fateful day she lost her virginity and saw Hunter buck naked with Nzambi and Abella cuddling.

"Hmmmm, we have given a notice to every group and as many people as possible: Hunter is off limits to bully, hit, mock, insult, punch, kick, prank, abuse, and be approached in any negative way. In addition, Hunter belongs to both groups as..." She sighed "As a token of peace." Janice looked at Abella, who was wildly happy about Hunter finally having a place to hang around peacefully, while Nzambi was super happy under her face mask as well. "That's all; everyone who is not fucking the white boy can leave now."

"I feel you, but I'm not mad at Shawty; that man was hung like a horse, probably rocking a good foot or more down there. Are you trying to peep some flicks or something?"

"I- wouldn't mind seeing some pics." Janice and Nzambi's friend started sharing the pics she took of Hunter's cock, Nzambi not feeling upset; it was her fault they were caught after all...

Both Nzambi and Abella shared looks for a moment; Nzambi, a bit impatient, spoke first: "Sooooo...." Suddenly she ran out to go get Hunter, who was currently lunching behind the poolhouse, with Abella in a poorer shape following behind.

Hunter was watching a video as he ate an egg sandwich before Nzambi arrived much, much faster. She stared at him like a predator, the usual behavior she tended to have with a cold gaze. "Oh, hi Nzam—" She pounced on him, kissing him on his face, taking as much alone time as she could, starting to suck on his tongue and practically devouring him in a feral manner. After a while, Abella arrived, sweating and panting, tired.

"You fucking cheeky cunt. "You are lucky you are tall, but how do you run so fast with those fat fucking udders?" Nzambi got off Hunter, who was sitting on the bench, as Hunter fixed himself and cleaned his face from all the spit and sat next to her, leaving a spot for Abella so that way he is right in the middle.

"You should do more exercise, Abella; it's not good to stay inactive so long."

"I do squats; you like my ass. That's all I will do."

"Soooo... Hunter, you are now bully-free and ruler of the school if you want to be. I believe we can go and do some fun stuff; we can play games, or maybe we could kiss a little and go on a date, or maybe—"

"I want my guts rearranged by your cock."

"Or what Abella said, yeah."

"We can go on a date. I like you both, girls. I'm happy that you both decided to date me at once. It was really difficult, and I am sorry for not paying enough attention. I will make you both happy and feel loved as much as possible."

"... I like that too" she said with some slight tone of disappointment.

"..." Hunter sighed, placing his sandwich on the side before moving his hands down her skirts, fingering her pussy directly. "And I will fuck my stupid Negro slaves dumb until they are begging me to chain them to a wall like the whores they are."

"FUCK! GOD YES!!! ~"

"BLIMEY! DADDY MORE! ~"

Both girls shouted; this was the life of the most dangerous trio of Diamond's Hearts Academy from now on.

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